We wield our intent,
With the weight of our ancestors.
Callous & Cruel.
Cackle for a madman –
Who holds his,
Like a steel pipe.
Trickster changelings,
From another time.
Dead in droves,
Ground to pulp –
As meat for the machine.
Good luck,
I profer freely.
As a blood cursed fool.
Wielding Intent.
